Shu Yu hadn't expected to not even have to ask, and Wang Changdong had already made things convenient for her.
She expressed her thanks, "Alright, then I won't be polite."
"Why be polite with me? If you encounter any issues in the future, just speak to Brother Wang. Whatever I can help with, I guarantee it'll be done perfectly."
Shu Yu almost choked on her noodle soup—was she already calling him Brother Wang?
In the midst of their conversation, Aunt Fang brought over Wang Changdong's noodles and set them down before asking Shu Yu, "How's the taste? I've only recently come to the Manor, and I'm not quite sure about what the stewards prefer. If there's anything not to your liking, you must tell me in advance."
"Aunt Fang, you're too modest—the flavor is superb. It's a stroke of luck that Aunt Fang moved to the kitchen, or else I wouldn't have had the chance to eat such delicious noodles."